"Hey, relax. Everything's fine," Clara says as my brother returns to his table, grabbing my hand over the table again.
"I don’t know, Clara. I'm pretty sure my dad will be a problem for us at this moment where I really don’t need any more problems. And I don't know if I can control myself if he decides to come talk to me."
Clara takes a deep breath and thinks about what to say, but instead of saying anything, she decides to raise her hand and order a bottle of wine. That makes me laugh.
"I think it'll be easier to get you drunk and force you to relax instead of asking you nicely."
"I think you're right," I laugh again and and I fill my glass once the bottle arrives.
The food is as delicious as ever, Clara is just as lovely as the day I met her and the wine is affecting me more th
